Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 95 094 again?

Feng Xiuhu felt relieved after hearing this.

He nodded and said, "Then go back and tell Mr. Lu that it's impossible to release him, not even in this lifetime."

Konate Chen was just confused, but not unhappy, nor did he feel that Feng Xiuhu's refusal was an insult to him.

As he himself said, the conflict between Feng Xiuhu and Lu Hongxi was not a serious matter to him, he just agreed to be the middleman casually.

Since Feng Xiuhu refused, he just conveyed it casually.

But there were some things he had to make clear to Feng Xiuhu.

"I don't know if you have a grudge against Lu Hongxi, or if you really have your own agenda, but I want to remind you that Lu Hongxi represents more than just himself. By detaining the Owl Man, you're not harming the interests of Lu Hongxi's family, but of many factories."

Feng Xiuhu asked him with a frown, "Is the church useless now? A few factories have frightened you into silence? If they dare to attack me, the church will deal with them."

Konate Chen smiled helplessly: "I believe in your loyalty to the Church and your devotion to the Mist. The Church will always support you - but things are not as simple as you think."

"Perhaps you still don't understand the relationship between us and the factory..."

Feng Xiuhu raised his hand to interrupt: "I know. The head of the factory is Duke Daguo, and Duke Daguo and we are family."

Although he didn't quite understand, Konate Chen felt that was what he meant. He nodded and said, "That's right."

"So I can help you reject Lu Hongxi. This means I have made my stance clear—the church will not abandon its devout believers for Lu Hongxi."

He raised his eyes and looked at Feng Xiuhu again: "But rejecting Lu Hongxi does not mean that I acquiesce to your behavior."

Feng Xiuhu understood and couldn't help but laugh, "So it means not helping either side and not offending anyone."

Konate Chen Mingming spoke tactfully, but Feng Xiuhu insisted on tearing off the fig leaf.

Konate Chen's face was a little embarrassed. He tried to explain: "Lu Hongxi is not worth mentioning, but the Great Duke is still important to the church, so what I can do is enough."

What he said actually made sense. Feng Xiuhu himself did not expect the church to help him put pressure on Lu Hongxi. It was already a great favor for the church to not help the factory force him to release the people.

Konate Chen mainly felt that Feng Xiuhu had been diligently working for the church and had just made a contribution, but in the end, when he encountered trouble, the church did not even say a word to help him, so he felt a little guilty.

But Old Chen really had no choice but to give a few more instructions.

"Lu Hongxi originally wanted to resolve the matter easily through the church, but if I rejected him, he would have no choice but to find another way to resolve it."

Feng Xiuhu sneered: "Send someone to deal with me?"

Konate Chen waved his hand: "Not really, it hasn't come to that yet, and he doesn't have the guts to do that."

"What I mean is, don't forget that Lu Hongxi is an official in the government office."

"Although he belongs to the Grand Duke's faction, his position in the government office is real. Since the church route is not feasible, he can only put pressure on you through the government office."

Feng Xiuhu said disdainfully: "He is the Duke's man, why should the government help him?"

Konate Chen said seriously: "The one he wants to deal with is you."

What Konate Chen meant was that the government office represented the President, and behind the President was the temple supporting him.

But he added, "You don't have to worry too much. The temple won't intervene in this matter personally, as that would give the church a reason to intervene. So at most, they'll use the government office to push Lu Hongxi up to challenge you."

Feng Xiuhu laughed: "After all, Lu Hongxi and I are family. The temple wants to see us fighting among ourselves."

Konate Chen smiled helplessly: "So, why don't you let him go?"

Feng Xiuhu's face turned serious: "I won't let go."

……

This matter is not negotiable.

After leaving the main hall, Feng Xiuhu returned to the lower city. Shunzi and Xiyaoer had already returned to the house.

It seemed like a calm day, but it was like the calm before the storm.

Feng Xiuhu locked himself in the room, practicing martial arts while silently calculating the recent events in his mind.

First of all, there is Ni Shicai. Ni Shicai’s accounts have not been settled yet, but this old guy is up to no good, and I don’t know what tricks he will use next.

The second is Lu Hongxi. Every day the factory delays means a day of loss, so he must be anxious. Maybe Konate Chen will bring a message to him today, and he will bring people to cause trouble for Feng Xiuhu tomorrow.

I just don't know which of these two will come first.

But what Feng Xiuhu didn't expect was that it was another group of people who arrived first.

The next day during breakfast, Miao Gensheng suddenly came to report.

After Feng Xiuhu finished the last mouthful of porridge, he spoke up: "Squad leader, someone threw feces at the door again last night."

Feng Xiuhu was furious when he heard this: "What are you doing here? Didn't I tell you to patrol?"

Miao Gensheng smiled bitterly: "She was caught on the spot - she didn't even try to run away."

He waved outside, and Ye Baozhen and Hua Manfu came in with a fat woman and forced her to kneel in front of Feng Xiuhu.

Feng Xiuhu looked at her carefully, but she looked unfamiliar - she was not from Bibo Street at all.

Feng Xiuhu was puzzled: "Who are you?"

The plump woman raised her neck and said, "I'm your neighbor!"

"Nonsense." Feng Xiuhu frowned, "I've never seen you before."

The woman sneered and stared at Feng Xiuhu without saying a word.

Miao Gensheng came closer to explain: "Squad leader, she lives on Fengyu Street."

Feng Xiuhu suddenly realized - Bibo Street and Fengyu Street are adjacent to each other, and the people living here call themselves neighbors of Niangniang, but in fact, the former residence of Fengyu Niangniang is on Fengyu Street, so if you calculate in terms of distance, the people of Fengyu Street are closer.

It seems that not only is their relationship closer, but their tempers are also more stubborn.

Feng Xiuhu asked her, "We don't live on the same street. I didn't provoke you. What do you mean by throwing feces at my door?"

"What do you mean? Pfft!"

The woman spat on the ground. "I just want to help the neighbors of Bibo Street vent their anger! Where did you come from, you bastard? How dare you act wildly in front of the Empress's house and even smash the Empress's statue?"

Shunzi was already angry because he was splashed with feces again. When she came in, she scolded her elder brother, which made Shunzi so angry that he trembled all over.

He walked up and slapped the woman to the ground: "Bitch! Isn't it always you who throws shit first to provoke me?"

The woman climbed to her feet, spat out a mouthful of blood foam, and sneered, "You're going to resort to violence when you can't argue? You might scare the people of Bibo Street with this trick, but you can't scare us in Fengyu Street. If you have the temper, chop off my head. If you chop off one, there will be two more. The neighbors of Fengyu Street are all stretching their necks out. If you're brave enough, chop them all off."

Feng Xiuhu counted on his fingers, "How many heads are there in Fengyu Street?"

The woman was stunned - how could it really be counted?

But she couldn't lose her momentum. She stiffened her neck and said, "If you add up all the people, young and old, there must be hundreds of them."

This was indeed beyond Feng Xiuhu's expectations - because he would chop off hundreds of heads for a bucket of dung, and his reputation as a crazy tiger would be truly justified.

Besides, if he kills all the people, who will he ask for offerings in the future?

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